Your legs are beginning to shake with the pleasure and the strain of the ropes. I know you won’t cum, that this is really just making you crazy. You...strain, grunt and moan. Taking a moment to look me in the I you can see I’m enjoying myself. Suddenly I stop the vibe and pull it off your swollen clit. I carefully set down the vibe, get down on my knees between your legs, still being very careful not to touch you. I lean in and take your clit into my mouth. Sucking gently, pulling, rolling it on. And do you intend to remain a seven-year-old for the rest of your life?”“Of course not,” she snubbed out while trying not to giggle at the thought of brains in her toe. “I could never be your wife if I remained in a child’s body, and besides, you are trying to distract me.”Ignoring her last comment, he continued, “So, one of these days, you will be a young woman who has the ability to transmit and receive messages across the dimensions and over vast distances – even across galaxies if that. Ok. Wait! This is not a story. This is the description of what actually happened there. I hope you will enjoy it.It was a sunny day in February and I got a phone call, which I was expecting for a long time. My labour friend informed me that he is in town. I was dying to meet him after 3 years. I had several gayish encounters but none was comparable to what I had with him.We planned to meet at a hotel in the afternoon. I could not wait. I asked him about my preferred appearance. He smiled and. “No, no, it will be a bit late, sorry.” “Don’t wait for me.” “Bye”, he said and put the phone down.“My wife,” he said.We set to working again. It was 10.00 PM when we left the office.Next day, Kamlung looked a upset. “What’s the matter?” I asked.“Usual problem, sir,” he said looking down at his file.During lunch break, I found out that he had a quarrel with his wife. His wife was always upset whenever he returned late from office, which was quite often.“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’ll engage other.